Once again I’ve been lame about blogging. Lots of gray days and gray moods and escaping into more books. Yeah, winter blues. Also, rage against trump, and I’m out of words to describe how detestable he is and how detestable the mental rot of his supporters are. It’s amazing that my TeeVee hasn’t shattered from all the furious profanity I hurl at it.
Today dawned with sunshine and for the first time since…October? the temperature reached into the 60s. I couldn’t believe how it lightened my mood, energized me! John, Bailey, Mojo and I took a walk on the beach, visited with neighbors who were out on their deck, hunted for agates, and marveled at the scenery. (Yes, we still marvel! Always will! I feel that way at Camano Island, too, even though I’ve been going to the family place there since I was born. I never take it for granted. I am always blown away).
I get such a kick out of Mojo. (He’ll be 12 years old in May…!) He obviously pays attention, because just about every time we head down to the beach, he shows up out of the blue. He lumbers behind us with his six-toed paws navigating the beach, and then eventually catches up and head-butts our legs, asking for a pet. He’ll roll on the warm pebbles and sometimes he ventures down to the water’s edge and either watches for fish or else admires his own reflection. Today, while we were visiting with neighbors, Mojo actually came up to the woman and invited her to pet him! (That’s really unusual for that cautious, cynical cat). I also saw Wylie skittering along the bank, hiding behind bushes and spying on us.
Bailey did very well for her 16-1/2 years! She tired out towards the end of our walk (John carried her back up to the house), but she wandered and investigated and sniffed and trotted and covered a lot of ground beach!
The Olympic mountains were plugged in!
And here I am with my weightless hair. I’d blown it out and had it in a pony tail to keep it from whipping in my face. (Side note: I’m getting a hair cut this week. I haven’t had a hair cut for over a year! I’ve trimmed it myself now and then, but I need professional hands).
Quite a difference, wouldn’t you say, in just ONE MONTH?!
Speaking of that snow storm, I made the mistake of setting a big pan of birdseed on our deck table, since a previous WIND storm had taken out the birdfeeder and broke it to smithereens. It was nice during all that snow seeing those towhees and junkos and nuthatches and what-have-you enjoying the seed on the table, but it left the table and surrounding chairs (and the deck itself) covered in bird shit. Sigh. So, today I attacked it all and sparkled up the table and chairs. (The deck still needs a pressure wash…) I also pulled out all the dead plants from the deck pots. Days like this sure get me in the mood to go plant shopping, but that will need to wait until later next month, after we return from our trip to San Diego.
Yep, San Diego! To see my grandboy! (And my son and daughter-in-law!) Beloveds!
I sense that it’s a bit more difficult these days to capture non-blurry photo gems of Quinn, because he is a busy little boy! The kids send me videos frequently, and I just love them because I get a clear taste of every day real life. Quinn’s chasing a lizard, he’s spinning circles in the living room, he runs with a pencil (“don’t run with that pencil!”), he “talks” to ducks, he runs and squeals. The difference between infant and toddler is much like the snowy/sunny beach contrast above. I’m so excited to see him again! I have to prepare myself that he likely won’t recognize us. I think some Facetime sessions will be in order soon before we go.
By the way, Happy St. Patrick’s Day! This little guy does have a good amount of Irish DNA! (As well as South Pacific Islander, Japanese, and German!)
